Best Labial Poems

1. A constant smile is the alabaster
for struggle’s ornaments be made faster
average looks with a smile can be labial
its absence points to problems so filial,
may not keep the wolf away from the door
or deliver salvation from being poor
but a life without it is dysmorphic
standing on...

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Lipstick Girls
                 By Stark Hunter and D Lee

1.	“When the Lipstick Girls Walk By”

You can push and shove your way,
Past all the driveling mindless mannequins, 
Who bend over when the...

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Thank you, for excavating from dead tongue
Under midden of lies
The archive of our own history
The outlines of identity
So we under obscurity white sheet
Could find resurrection of self
In another voice oppressed
But unconceding of its comeliness.

Before I grew old I was only school
Afraid to be nobody unless...

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We are travellers on this terrestial plane
where acorns are consumed in tinder season 
oaks fell by angry hurricane 
robust iroko mowed by lumbers greedy saw 
haughty araba viciously murdered for standing 
on progress impatient path
omo succulent  spine constantly curry 
carver's merciless scythe
okere's throaty tunes...

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The Poet’s fire

My well had dried up empty with all that remained in silence
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In the ultimate I ponder and resonates
Sporadic melancholy treading thoughts
Void pneumatic aspirations that perspire in nothingness
The peripheral space spurts erratic waves 
Spewed fantasy and ejaculates conglomeration

Palpitation of erroneous premature baby
That which is not flushed down is a street arching
Vivid escapades flowed sluggish and sticky
Unwinding terrestrial...

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seminal squirt didst sanctify 
   an anonymous boulder 
when mercury dipped below 
   hashtag mark registering colder

than usual temperatures circa 
   winter of year 2000 in proximity 
   to the sacred chapel 
   at Valley...

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My heart erupts like a volcano
bursting with scathing songs,for 
the lobes of tyranny,fattened
by the deceptive lyrics,from 
sycophantic lips

My tongue,a molten kalam,shall
consume the valve of fear,preaching 
caution to frustrated souls,now
my music must rise ,from 
the din of ancient sighs,remixed
in the swelter of pain and anguish,rehashed
in the...

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an archway

an archway opens onto a soporific plaza
which pours outwardly in colorful asymmetric
displays that once incited the bones of an organic past
steeped in a rich broth, an ancestral heaving stew,
quietly simmering to a point of boil.

the humble ones, once, alive to the core, move to...

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Once we were a room,
a space for the spilling of pagan oaths,
for the pleading of primal prayers.
Now that room rages
upon an emptiness only my blood hears.

Bondage was good for us.
“You’re not my master”, she would say,
“you are me taking me”.  She was right, 
I...

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My darlin’s muffins are nutrient dense,
Packed with whole grain goodness
(In a metaphoric sense.)
Mixed with free-range femininity
And assorted organic delights.
To make the flavor linger
I take long, leisurely bites. 
It goes down salty and sweet,
Like a lover’s naughty kiss.
I let it nourish my soul
And give me gastronomic...

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Sand only looked to alight,
find some alone-time in the muck
no fuss was meant, it is only a space
as big as a grain taken, escaping its identical
brethren of billions on the sea floor.

Oyster only opened his rigid
lips to rinse, to breathe the brine,
to move a snack...

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Ana's lips were cunning

as a linguist she knew

how to twist them

and elocution lessons

had done her tongue 

a lot of flexible good


smooth and passionate

she explored his mouth

labial passion play

pleasured unknown depth

crescendo culmination

unspeakable joy


the intimate sensation 

spread through her body

an intimate mind 

caught fire and seized

reason with...

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Why do those lips
moisten my own - years on?
That labial goodbye, with its embrocate
of memory
returns as a tangible ghost.

A time-traveling incubi latches upon my mind again.
A hummingbirds sip,
a recoil of sensory jack-hammers.

Today, words are meaningless,
lips remain pursed to that goodbye moment.

I did not know it...

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tropical raindrops in the open orchid
labial portals
loosely folded
a rouged acceptance

a decorative wheelbarrow
as green as wet moss
tilts to see

small pungent gardens
listen
to their hothouse fevers...

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